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"
My
gosh
,
you
’
re
dumb
!
"
Charlie
jabbed
Douglas
in
the
arm
.
He
turned
to
the
colonel
.
"
You
were
saying
,
sir
?
"
"
Was
I
?
"
murmured
the
old
man
.
"
The
Civil
War
,
"
suggested
John
Huff
quietly
.
"
Does
he
remember
that
?
"
"
Do
I
remember
?
"
said
the
colonel
.
"
Oh
,
I
do
,
I
do
!
"
His
voice
trembled
as
he
shut
up
his
eyes
again
.
"
Everything
!
Except
.
.
.
which
side
I
fought
on
.
.
.
"
"
The
color
of
your
uniform
—
"
Charlie
began
.
"
Colors
begin
to
run
on
you
,
"
whispered
the
colonel
.
"
it
’
s
gotten
hazy
.
I
see
soldiers
with
me
,
but
a
long
time
ago
1
stopped
seeing
color
in
their
coats
or
caps
.
I
was
born
in
Illinois
,
raised
in
Virginia
,
married
in
New
York
,
built
a
house
in
Tennessee
and
now
,
very
late
,
here
I
am
,
good
Lord
,
back
in
Green
Town
.
So
you
see
why
the
colors
run
and
blend
.
.
.
"
"
But
you
remember
which
side
of
hills
you
fought
on
?
"
Charlie
did
not
raise
his
voice
.
"
Did
the
sun
rise
on
your
left
or
right
?
Did
you
march
toward
Canada
or
Mexico
?
"
"
Seems
some
mornings
the
sun
rose
on
my
good
right
hand
,
some
mornings
over
my
left
shoulder
.
We
marched
all
directions
.
It
’
s
most
seventy
years
since
.
You
forget
suns
and
mornings
that
long
past
.
"
"
You
remember
winning
,
don
’
t
you
?
A
battle
won
,
somewhere
?
"
